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Chapters (66)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-One
  25. Chapter Twenty-Two
  26. Chapter Twenty-Three
  27. Chapter Twenty-Four
  28. Chapter Twenty-Five
  29. Chapter Twenty-Six
  30. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  31. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  32. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  33. Chapter Thirty
  34. Chapter Thirty-One
  35. Chapter Thirty-Two
  36. Chapter Thirty-Three
  37. Chapter Thirty-Four
  38. Chapter Thirty-Five
  39. Chapter Thirty-Six
  40. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  41. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  42. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  43. Chapter Forty
  44. Chapter Forty-One
  45. Chapter Forty-Two
  46. Chapter Forty-Three
  47. Chapter Forty-Four
  48. Chapter Forty-Five
  49. Chapter Forty-Six
  50. Chapter Forty-Seven
  51. Chapter Forty-Eight
  52. Chapter Forty-Nine
  53. Chapter Fifty
  54. Chapter Fifty-One
  55. Chapter Fifty-Two
  56. Chapter Fifty-Three
  57. Chapter Fifty-Four
  58. Chapter Fifty-Five
  59. Chapter Fifty-Six
  60. Chapter Fifty-Seven
  61. Chapter Fifty-Eight
  62. Chapter Fifty-Nine
  63. Chapter Sixty
  64. Chapter Sixty-One
  65. Chapter Sixty-Two
  66. Acknowledgments

While I spent more nights at Elliott’s place than at my own, some things did not change. On Thursdays, like clockwork, Reggie, Elle, and I would get together at the restaurant at our usual table that Elliott reserved for us, and we would catch up, eat, and laugh. Every piece of my life was finally in order. My professional life was going well, my personal life with Elliott was off the charts, and finally, thanks to these two wonderful women, I had secured a comfortable place of my own in Lady World.

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The indefatigable Penny Prichard was a force of nature. We met the first time for coffee at a Midtown restaurant close to a client.

She arrived a few minutes late, weighed down by a tote on each arm and several notebooks poking their heads out of her purse. She was not what I had pictured at all. I pictured her with her hair in a clever blonde bob freshly done at Bergdorf. I pictured her in red heels. Instead, besides smothered in all her professional wares, her dark hair had been blown around by the winds, and she wore black pants and a loose gray, comfortable-looking sweater. She schlepped in. I loved her immediately, although she talked a mile a minute.

“Oh, honey, sorry I’m late. A client delayed me. We were discussing the differences between the color beige and café au lait. Give me a break. Waiter? I could eat something. Could you eat something?”

After the initial whirlwind of her arrival, we settled into a relaxed conversation.

“I am so glad we could get together, Bailey. I’ve been intrigued by you from the moment I met Elliott and saw the restaurant. My curiosity was heightened, I must tell you, after I heard that man talk about you. I have never been jealous over a woman in my life. To have a man speak so openly about his affection for you must feel incredible. I was going through a pretty shitty divorce, so it just made me want to be around you both.” Now I was intrigued about what Elliott had told Penny about me.

“The feeling was entirely mutual. After I saw Elliott’s apartment, I was incredibly jealous of you, Penny. It was so impressive. I really want to pick your brain.”